Birthdays being birthdays mean they often don’t fall on party going out type days, like Saturday’s or Sunday’s , this year my birthday is on a monday. So decided to make my birthday shindig (bring your shins and a shovel) on the Saturday at the best pub in the world; The Pineapple in Kentish Town.
I thought it would cool and groovy and etc to start the digging at 3pm. Meet some people in the afternoon and basically drink my way to a slightly middle aged grave (though obviously if I die a few days before my 25th birthday middle aged would actually have been when I was 12). this worked well, a few friends showed at three we had civil chats and the drinking of guinness and things.
By about eight, slightly sozzled and the afternoon dweller start to leave, not intending to stay for the duration, mostly coming in afternoon becuase of prior engagemtns in the evening.
It was just me and emm left in the pub, was my birthday over?
I git a couple of phone calls coming from people on their way… but now panicking that two poeple coming now would look terrible, I’d have to keep telling them that a few hours before there were about ten people there…damn it why didn’t I take some pictures on my phone to prove it?
They turn up, and some more do… by about nine there are another 12 people around. Woo hoo.. And this time it is night and everyone is party mooding, so in a way I have had to completely seperate parties with completely different people with me not even moving my arse.
Well done me.